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joggerfive · 11 months ago

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Sickness, Sci-Fi and Saving Room for Jesus

Fic set in early season 1, not related to any specific mission so no spoilers. AO3 link here if you prefer reading on there!

Five's favourite radio operator is struck down with an illness, and they try to cheer him up. Also Maxine is a lil shit (affectionate).

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Going on a run felt wrong without Sam in their ear.

Even after the short time Five had been a runner at Abel, they’d grown accustomed to him as their operator. His voice, his mannerisms, his sayings. Hearing anyone else in the field just felt… off. They hadn’t been able to relax into the run as they usually did, their whole body seemingly on edge as it was aware of the difference, even as they scoured for supplies.

“Did I do an alright job?” Maxine asked as Five opened the squeaking door to the comms shack, turning in the office chair so quickly that a few strands of coiled hair that had escaped her updo whipped her on the cheek.

Five nodded as they placed their headset down on the desk next to the others, careful not to jostle the left ear too much, since there was already duct tape keeping it in place.

Maxine seemed to relax at the reassurance, smiling brightly, “Good. And thanks again for going, it’s more valuable than you know. We’re lucky to have you.”

The praise made them squirm, shifting from foot to foot as they stared at the scuffed floor and their equally scuffed trainers.

Changing the subject, they moved their hands in four quick motions, “Can I go to Sam's room?”

Maxine chuckled as if it were an absurd question, “Of course, it’s not a high school field trip.”

Five wanted to explain that they were asking to make sure that he wasn’t still infectious with whatever illness he was plagued with, rather than breaking any township rules, but didn��t bother since they’d already been given the approval they needed. They practically bounced on their heels as they moved towards the door.

“Five?”

They halted immediately and turned back around, eyebrows raised in question.

Maxine grinned impishly, “Keep the door open though, no hanky panky-”

Five rolled their eyes, taking their exit before she could see how their cheeks flushed.

As they swung the door shut, they pointedly pretended that they didn’t hear Maxine saying something about saving room for Jesus and giggling at her own joke.

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Five hadn’t actually been to the dorm previously, but judging by the… artwork on the door, it was the right one. It looked akin to something that wouldn’t be out of place on a display at a children’s school, multiple drawings in multiple colours decorating the plain wood.

They knocked gingerly before they could look at the art any longer- Was that meant to be Eugene riding a hippo? Or another one-legged person trying to mount an… overweight horse with no neck? Or-

“Come in.” A weak voice roused, followed by a hacking cough.

They did as they were told, slinking into the small room and closing the door behind them. (If Maxine asked, it was because the germs Sam had would be more likely to spread to the rest of Abel otherwise.)

Five instantly felt a chill as a breeze crept its way up their shirt, barely repressing a shiver even if the coolness was welcome after a sweaty run. The small window on the left was propped all the way open even in the cool spring temperature.

Sam seemed to also be feeling the cold, only his head poking out from a bundle of blankets on his bunk on the left hand side of the room, black hair mussed and pointing in multiple directions. His eyes looked tired, but they still lit up at the sight of his friend.

“Five!” The voice was weak, but still showed enthusiasm, “How was the supply run?”

They walked towards his cot, eyes scanning to see if the other residents of this dorm were also in attendance. They wouldn’t mind if Jack and Eugene were there, especially since they didn’t understand sign language other than the few words they’d learned recently, but Five did feel more relaxed when it was just the two of them.

Five gave a thumbs up with one hand as they swung their backpack down to the floor, making a loud thud when it connected to the wood. They perched at the end of Sam’s bed, both out of politeness and health orientated safety.

They signed, “Found some presents for you.”

Sam bolted upright, his blanket cocoon opening up, revealing a pac-man themed pyjama shirt underneath, then restrained his excitement.

“You’re not really… meant to keep things to give just to one person,” he winced, scratching the nape of his neck, “Not that I’m not grateful! I am! You’ve risked your life for these and I’m just-” A cough rose up from his chest, interrupting his rambling.

Five waited until he’d gained his bearings again, then explained, “I know. But only a few things. And you can share when you’re better.”

This seemed to intrigue Sam, his head tilting to the side in a manner that reminded Five of a small puppy. He couldn’t help a smile blossoming on his face. “Okay, fine, what’ve you got?”

Five grinned in reply, lunging off the bed to unzip the bag, grasping the first item. They held the hot water bottle in their hands, the white plastic now showing a slight yellow tinge from use over time.

Once they’d placed it down on the blue and green checked bedspread, they explained, “Couldn’t find the cover, but has a lid.”

Sam looked as happy as a kid on Christmas that had been given the newest games console, grasping the item and hugging it to his chest, as if he could already feel the warmth even though it was empty. “So I can use it lying down!”

The other hot water bottle was still discarded on the floor after he’d discovered the other day that it leaked through the lid when horizontal, which almost resulted in Sam needing medical attention for burns as well as the flu.

Five reached into the bag again, feeling for the next item, wrapping their hand around the soft object.

“What’s that?” Sam leaned forward to inspect the light blue material, which was straight with a small divot in the middle, connected by velcro in the back.

Five tapped the side of their own head, “For headaches. You put it in the fridge and-”

Their hands stopped moving, trailing off their words as Sam instantly wrapped the mask around his face. “Oh, cool! I feel like Geordi La Forge!”

Five couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, waiting until he removed the mask before signing again. He winced as he did so, the velcro getting caught in the hairs on the back of his head.

“Not cold now, but I can take it to the hospital fridge,” Five said, holding out their hands once they’d finished.

Sam dutifully gave the item back, “Thanks, those are both gonna help me and others who get sick-”

Five waved their hands to silence him, which worked instantly. “Best for last.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up, “There’s more? You didn’t have to-”

They tipped out the rest of the bag. Multiple DVD cases hit the mattress, cascading like a waterfall.

“Firefly?!” Sam called out, grabbing the DVD showing Mal Reynolds and the rest of the team, “I haven’t seen this in ages!”

They smiled at his excitement, watching as he inspected all of the goods.

“Star Trek TNG, New Who, X-Files…”

“No season eight though-”, They signed, remembering how they’d rummaged through the store in case the disc had fallen out of the case nearby, then been interrupted by Maxine panicking about how the zoms were trying to batter down the door.

Sam shrugged, “Who needs later seasons of X-Files anyway? Everyone knows the first few seasons are the best-”

Five simply looked at him.

“You’ve not seen X-Files?!”

They kept staring.

“Oh, we have to watch it together- We can make it a movie night!”

Five’s eyes widened at the implication. Usually others joined them, but a night in the rec room just by themselves-

“And Maxine! She told me once that Scully was her gay awakening-”

They brought their lips into a thin line, nodding as he continued.

“And I know Gene’s a secret sci-fi nerd, which means he’ll bring Jack, but they’re not allowed to just…” Sam wrinkled his nose, “not pay attention to the actual show like last time. They kept sucking each other face’s off at all the good bits-”

Five laughed, remembering how Sam had argued that the couple were ‘ruining the sanctity of media’ and Jack had flipped him off without even removing his lips from his boyfriend’s.

“Anyway,” Sam shook his head as if he was trying to remove the memory from his brain, “thank you for all this. It means-”

“Sorry I couldn’t get more,” Five began, looking down at their hands as they spoke instead of making eye contact, “Mostly a run for medication so couldn’t detour to the usual spots that have the electronics - that’s why there’s the hot water bottle and mask - and I could only look at the science fiction section since that one wasn’t blocked by debris, but I could go back with more runners later to see if there’s more. You’ve looked after me since I arrived, so I wanted to look after you. And-”

They risked a glance upward to see Sam’s reaction, and were met by him simply staring at them with a dazed smile.

Their hands stopped, slowly lowering to their lap as if the sentence trailed off.

Sam remained motionless, a dopey grin still plastered across his face, with a slight pink tinge under the even more slight stubble.

Five’s brows furrowed, trying to remember what they’d said and what words they’d used. Whilst Sam happened to be the Abel citizen with the most knowledge of sign language, he definitely wasn’t fluent.

"Did I sign too quickly? Should I sign again?”

Sam’s reply was silent too, apart from the rustling of blankets as he moved and the huff of air that escaped Five’s lungs as he tackled them in a hug, wrapping his arms atop their shoulders and squeezing tightly.

Five’s first thought was that he didn’t smell… fresh, exactly. (No one did in the apocalypse, but fever sweats definitely hadn’t helped.)

Their second thought was hugging back, arms curling around his middle, careful not to press too hard in case his body still ached.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice raspier than usual.

Five simply patted the small of his back in reply, unable to use their hands but not wanting to move just yet.

The two stayed connected for a few more seconds before Sam gasped and quickly pulled away. Five teetered at the sudden movement, sure that they would’ve toppled off the mattress if they didn’t have their feet on the floor.

Sam looked incredibly concerned, leaning back quickly, “Sorry, I’ve probably just given you my lurgy!”

They shrugged in reply, brushing off his worry.

“Oh God, I hope I’m not contagious anymore. Otherwise this whole room will be turned into a quarantine zone and you’ll be stuck with me for days on end!”

Five shrugged again, this time with a smile, secretly thinking that there were definitely worse quarantining procedures than staying with an operator that yapped non-stop and a pile of sci-fi DVDs to watch.

Probably.

#zombies run #sam yao #runner five #maxine myers #zombies run!#zrs1 #5am #my fic #is there any other tags i need to do #i'm so out of practice at this

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loginworlderror · 2 years ago

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hi im marble

mostly aj classic, sometimes pw. ign is pinkydasylveon. i have been playing this game for. too long. ive had this acc since at least 2017 and ive gotten hacked like twice

you mightve seen me sitting in the corner in jamaa township. its one of my favourite hobbies

feel free to send me a buddy request:)

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brokenrealitylooper · 10 days ago

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Crossed Paths pt 4

This just keeps getting longer, and might end up part of Fruit Loops...

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Looking back, later—after she is again safe in her own bed and nestled between her husband and the wall—Weiss realized she shouldn’t have been surprised. Blake had cornered her, a few years after when their Castle White would have occurred, and sat down to tea with her.

“I don’t get to see you often,” Weiss started, relaxing in her comfy chair in her home in Riga—though in this time and place it was Regal Township—and smiled across the low table at Blake as she sat on the sofa, “Not away from the Back Room, at least.”

“Sorry,” Blake blushed, cradling her tea in her hands as she sheepishly smiled, “I’ve been mostly scouting, and watching. Belladonna did it a lot, and it’s a safe habit to keep from her.”

Weiss hummed, faint frown tugging at one corner of her mouth as her brow pinched slightly, before she set her cup down and sighed, “Why-… why do I keep hearing all of you talk like that, sometimes?” At Blake’s blink of confusion, Weiss offer a half-smile, “Belladonna; as if that isn’t you, despite how it almost sounds that way…”

“Several Loops back, it was me.” Blake shrugged, the movement stiff, her eyes focused on the cup in her hands, “I am the Blake Belladonna that was raised by Roman, instead of by Adam. She was…-” the Faunus woman sighed, setting her own cup down to lean forward and clasp her hands together and rest them on her knees, “-she was the Blake Belladonna who was Looping. You know how who-we-were becomes memories for who-we-are, when we Wake Up in a Loop?”

“I’ve heard Ruby describe it, yes,” Weiss shook her head, then retrieved her cup to sip at her tea, “Though nothing was added to my memories when I woke up in the dorm.”

“We think-” Blake started, eyes settling on the CEO, “-that ‘you’ didn’t exist in this Loop until you woke up on the bottom bunk.”

Weiss blinked, surprise clear on her face, “Why do you say that?”

“Roman, Adam, Cinder, James, and I have all noticed that people… don’t always know who you are, at first.” Blake frowns, brow pinched as she leans back, “Unless they had met you or something that is directly your fault, like interacting with FSI, it always takes them a few moments to recall.”

“I know I’m a Schnee still, technically, in this timeline,” Weiss frowned as well, thinking, “But I have never assumed everyone would just... know me, outside of those I met.”

“Roman used his Terminal-” Blake paused, grinning, “-it’s a device from another reality, very good at hacking and data parsing; but, as I was saying: he used his Terminal, and can’t find any records of you outside of Beacon and FSI, and a few other places where you likely had to interact to set up FSI.”

“That… would explain why I was never challenged by anyone from the SDC or my father…” Weiss sighed, leaning back, “I had simply assumed he didn’t care. Ruby’s mentioned how he seems to flip from doting to hateful, and everything in between, in the Loops…”

“Yang… mentioned, once, that Weiss always seems very detached about her family,” The Faunus woman sighs, looking down at her cup before picking it up, “At least since shortly before I—or rather, Belladonna—joined the Loops. I think she couldn’t stand never knowing which reception she’d get, so she stopped trying.”

“What about mother, or Winter and Whitley?” Weiss asked, curious, and blinked as Blake suddenly focused on her.

“The only thing that has been constant for her,” Blake speaks low and slow, cat ears visibly focused on Weiss, “Is her father, Jacques. Her mother’s name shifts, as does whether she has more than Winter for a sibling. The extra sibling shifts too, as does who is the youngest between Weiss and the third Schnee child.”

“So much of our lives echo…” Weiss pulls a notebook off the table, quickly scribbling out a note before handing it to Blake, “Give this to her, the next time you see her. Maybe it will help.”

On the paper are four names, with ages beside them; Willow, Winter, Weiss, and Whitley.

“Winter’s become relatively stable, always her older sister and always in the military.” Blake looks up at Weiss, smiling with the glint of tears in her eyes, “I think Yang has mentioned Willow is a common name for her mother, once, but I don’t know that we’ve ever heard of Whitley.”

“Winter has always been there for me, and taught me what she could of Summons before I went to Beacon.” Weiss smiled back, kind and gentle, “Maybe more will stabilize. Does anyone else not know something for certain?”

“My memories from Belladonna generally say I was found my Adam, though I think I recall parents before Roman found me.” Blake shrugged, “I was really little, maybe six? I always assumed they died in Vale and that’s why I was running with a Faunus gang.”

“In my world,” Weiss voice was soft, hesitant, but she continued on with a faint smile, “Blake was raised by her parents in Menagerie before running away to follow Adam. And at a train heist, she ran from Adam too.”

“That-” Blake stopped herself, breathing for a moment, before speaking again, “The train—and coming to Beacon?—are the same. Maybe one day I’ll find these parents you think are mine.”

“From everything Ruby has shared, everything from arriving at Beacon to Graduation is the same for me as it is for your Weiss,” She grinned, “Well, except she let Jaune pursue her, where I turned him down.”

They shared a laugh, settling into silence for a time.

“I don’t know that my memories are closer to ‘real’ than hers.” Weiss admits softly, staring into her cup of tea, “But they’re solid. Maybe that, and the fact I’m here, mean something.”

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This gives you a glimpse at something common in Fruit Loops; memories, and the people tied to them, from before RWBY arrives at Beacon often shift and change, some more than others, or are completely different than canon. Some things slowly become solid, like how at first FL!Weiss didn't know if she was an only child or not, and then she always knows about Winter even though she doesn't interact much; other things continue to change, just with fewer changes, like how Willow becomes a common name for her mother through the Loops.

TS!Weiss is, unlike FL!Weiss, the same as canon until the Vytal Festival; She knows her mother, her father, her sister and brother. But where TS!Weiss tells Jaune she only sees him as a friend, and points him at Pyrrha, FL!Weiss gave him a chance and they fell in love over the last two years at Beacon.

TS!Weiss also knows about Kali and Ghira, where FL!Blake has never heard their names.

Anyway, expect at least one more scene.

#rwby #rwby au #regrets and love #Fruit Loops au

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honouredsnakeprincess · 5 months ago

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I think Mr Robot and Elliot have a cold. Here are some thoughts on Season 1 episode 9-ish of Mr Robot, under the cut as always.

This episode felt shorter than usual, in part because I think it was. I liked that we got some Leon at the start of the episode, and a little more context around Elliot going to jail. I knew we'd get some follow-up on Elliot stealing that guy's dog!

Angela continues to work her way up the hierarchy of "Characters I like". I admire her resourcefulness! Every time one of her plans fails, she's immediately onto the next one, using the broken shards of the last plan to cut an opening for the new! The writers are unrelenting, of course, and so this usually doesn't work either. It's clear those nuclear regulation types aren't up to scratch!

Actually, did we know the Washington Township incident was nuclear beforehand? I was under the impression it was some kind of carcinogenic chemical thing, but considering where Angela went, I guess that isn't so!

Whiterose seems to be way more entangled in E Corp than I initially thought, but I guess this isn't too surprising considering how she was at that big event in the season 1 finale. Still, entangled enough to off previous leadership is pretty entangled! She's got some angle on the events at Washington Township too, which is unexpected. Was whatever happened deliberate?

I don't think the writers like the Chinese people or government very much.

Anyways, the bit up top about Mr Robot and Elliot having a cold was mostly a joke, but there clearly is something wrong with them, what with the flickering pseudo-teleportation business going on, and that groovy subway man. I liked his tunes, but his movements on the keys did not match them even slightly!

I'm still a little confused about the business in the prison. Was Ray's website real? I was assuming that it wasn't, and was just part of Elliot's whole deception/delusion/hallucination jazz, but considering how he mentioned to that guard about "IT problems" early in this episode's flashback, I'm back to wondering if they really were letting the guy in jail for computer hacking do IT work for the prison/warden. Huh! I mean, ultimately if we assume that ever interaction Elliot has had with Ray so far this season was at least broadly analogous to one which took place in reality (and we ought to, because blah blah long poorly substantiated tangent about rules of storytelling and conservation of detail blah blah), that's an awful lot of contact between the warden and one specific prisoner, no?

Weird business that.

I reckon Price, whose name I keep wanting to spell like the gym leader, is going to die before the season is out. Calling it now.

Overall, pretty good episode. It was short, but it advanced things along pretty well.

Right, so Stage 2 is Elliot's or Mr Robot's plan?! I don't have anything to say about that yet, but it's on my radar now, because that's what the episode ended with. Ciao ciao~

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hydralisk98 · 5 months ago

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Building locations for the next revision of Angora?

Sidestream follow-up to this article thread:

As a hobby historian in the manifestation space, can't help but wonder about some alternate outcomes and manifest what seems most interesting and useful for me. And I have gotten a couple successes as I discovered new and old topics of interest fitting my wishes like "Pacific Cyber/Metrix", Glaxnimate, DEC Alpha AXP 3000's Turbochannel as a open bus standard, FSF+Symbolics shared history... which is really interesting and sweet to unravel!

Now, while I want to get started Vtubing soon, I got a couple life habits & lively essentials to fix first and foremost. But expect me to get started soon (hopefully...);

So yes, finally onto rebuilding theology through 16^12 Angora worldbuilding! My goal is to suggest and iterate (yet another) decent theological framework for biological & also machine sophonts (aka androids) out of researching existing systems, adding in some novelties worth exploring.

Either way, GDD dump for Angora in Môsi fork (with Borksy hacks?):

Media dump:

List of rooms, levels & locations for Angora:

Shoshone scroll library (bronze age period)

Contemporary public library

Pub

Arcade

Inn

Tavern

Public plaza

Market

Institute

Hospital

Lumber Mills

Walls

Commune of Hatriah?

Museums

Autel

Temples

Computer Lab

Cybercafes

Roads

Railways

Suspended Monorail

Commute by Tramways, Buses & Subways

Residences

Commerces

Industries

Farmland

Public Schools

Hotel

Bastion

Senate

House of Commons

Experts Council